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[wolfvirago-m]

Game Grumps — Pokemon: FireRed  {Sentence Starters} [accepting] [x]

@crystalcracked said: “It might kill me in one hit, but it might not.” // slides Donnie over maybe?

"Do you really want to bet your life on a gamble like that?" They needed to have a proper plan of attack, if they were going to face the enemy. Robin wasn't the best at planning ahead in these circumstances, but she figured that her companion would have some ideas to toss at the wall.

Speaking of which...

Clasped in her hand, she threw a rubber ball at the wall and ceiling, watching it bounce in angles that were almost predictable. She didn't have a brain for the mathematics of it, of course, but it was fun to just engage in a action such as this one.

The rhythmic ka-thunk of the ball as it hits the wall also helps her think.

"You have a shell, which is a good shield, but I dunno. You know more about these guys than I do. My expertise is in monsters, not humans."

[artistmarchalius]

Broppy Capture AU, where Branch didn’t confess after World Tour, but a love confession when all hope seems lost is just what they need to free themselves from Velvet and Veneer.

A version without text can be found under the cut.

[shibemuses]

She had messed up. Overstepped-- a foolish mistake when dealing with the timid, tiny girl. Madoka hadn't ever expected Homura to look like this, or even behave remotely shy.

Sure, Homura was stoic and cold. She was introverted. But it had made her even more beautiful, like watching an owl amongst the branches of a silver pine. Something to gawk at, but never touch, lest she silently glide away into the night.

Madoka swallowed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." She wanted so badly to hug the skinny flower, to hold her tight and exclaim that everything would be fine from now on. She would help Homura save the city from Walpurgisnacht.

"Are you headed that way?" Pointed out to the left. Somehow, she could recall Homura's apartment building's direction from the hospital... A faint remembering. A glimpse of the day that the girl had hugged her for the first time and cried.

"Would it be alright if I walked with you? My home is down that way too, and honestly, it scares me to walk alone sometimes." A sort of lie. Right now, she yearned to melt into the background of conversation between Sayaka-chan and Hitomi-chan. They would have saved her awkwardness.

That's right. Sayaka was alive in this timeline. Maybe Madoka could prevent her from despairing this time.

@clarafell

@shibemuses has traveled back in time.          —         ★

Time seemed to slow down as soon as the shorter girl reached out to grab both of her hands. It happens so quickly that Homura had no time to step away. She stiffens up in an instant, not expecting someone to be so... affectionate. So forward.

Homura stood very, very still. Her heart flutters, though she cannot tell if it's anxiety or something else. She stares down at the soft hands. They were pleasantly warm and so very soft, more soft than her uncalloused hands. She has always had a very cold touch to her body, especially her long and pale hands.

One of the nurses here, her only visitors when she wasn't met with doctors, compared her pale complexion to a flower known as the Diphylleia grayi. The more common name for this flower is the skeleton flower, though the flower-loving nurse was kind enough to not mention that part. It didn't matter, though. Homura already knew what that flower was since she owned a book on flowers. The outside world is often closed off to her since she was always stuck in the hospital, so much so that she can count the times she went outside on her hands.

Being so sheltered and restricted, books were her way of coping with pretty much everything in her life. It kept her mind from straying back to darker places, comforting her when she couldn't bring herself to speak up. She wasn't picky on what books to read, though she always had a preference for literature and poetry. She even explored mythology and history, two subjects she enjoyed quite well. She did, however, also enjoy to collect informative books. To learn about nature is something that speaks to her soul, so books would have to do.

The skeleton flower earns its name because the plain white petals, unassuming and plain, would turn clear as soon as the petals are met with liquid. It gives the impression that the flower has a skeleton, hence the name. Skeletons flowers are found in the northern part of central Japan, though Homura has never gotten the chance to see the flower in person. From what she has read, the symbolism of the skeleton flower is to be the delicate balance between life and death. The skeleton flower is often associated with purity, but there is also the impermanence of the flower to consider.

How fitting for someone like her. She wasn't meant for this world, barely hanging onto the life she has. The doctors said she's good to be discharged, but Homura knew the cycle. She would be back in the hospital. She wasn't sure when or where, but she knows she will not make it long. Something bad is bound to happen, she knows it...

She doubts the nurse meant any harm in her comment, most likely seeing it as a compliment. Homura, however, often read too much into things. For something about her to be compared to a flower had to be one of the nicest things she has heard in a long time, even though her gloomy mind is already spinning such a compliment into something negative. No one said anything nice to her back in Tokyo when she was attending her private Catholic school. She couldn't blame them for their lack of interest, but she always did wonder what she did to invoke their cruelty.

No one has ever wanted to touch her back in Tokyo. She looked more ghostly than girl, according to the students. Her lack of speaking only enhanced the rumors. She begun braiding her hair religiously in order to try to stop the spreading rumors about her actually being Sadako, but not even that stopped them from whispering. It was either cut her hair or braid it, but she couldn't bring herself to cut her hair. Even though she never liked herself, the thought of her in short hair was something she hated even more.

To be touched by someone is... strange. On one hand, she instantly wanted to pull away. On the other hand, she wants to bask in this tender moment. She couldn't remember having anyone hold her hands like that, certainly no one that has squeezed her hands with so much support. Torn up on what to do, Homura lingers in her spot.

❝ In... In a dream? ❞ Homura echoes back, confused. She looks back up, trying to see if she can detect a lie. She looks back down, feeling a frown beginning to form. This had to be some kind of prank, perhaps some kind of bizarre performance.

❝ You... I'm sorry, but you must be mistaking me for someone else. ❞ Unable to tell if this was a lie or a joke, Homura wretches her hands out of the girl's warm grasp. It pained her a little bit, but she had to do it. They were receiving a couple of stares, not too many, but it was too much for her to take. She also didn't typically enjoy being touched by strangers.

Homura planned to quickly excuse herself until she heard her own name being uttered. Though she was growing even more uncomfortable, she did have to admit that she really enjoyed hearing her name from the girl's lips. Part of her, something deep inside, longs to hear her name all over again. Such a pleasant, heavenly voice delicately saying her name. The way this girl, Madoka, spoke was almost as if her name is the thing she treasured more than—

Focus, Homura. She inhaled sharply, not prepared to be known by someone. Even if she spoke the truth about the nurse, Homura refused to completely let down her guard. The strange dream comment still rattled her nerves. It was beginning to feel more and more like a prank. She didn't know how Mitakihara students treated such late transfer students, but she wasn't expecting someone to come all the way to the hospital to prank her.

❝ Yes, that's my name... ❞ Homura frowns as she answers the question, wishing she could read Madoka's mind in this moment to discover the truth. Prank or no prank, it was so strange for someone to come here to introduce herself. She wasn't sure how to feel about it, but she thinks she didn't like this situation.

It wasn't Madoka's complete fault, though. She was never really the socializing type, so anything out of her comfort zone instantly made her flee. Surprises were never her thing, so all of this didn't sit well with her. Taking an even deeper breath, she tries to cut this conversation off before it became too much. She takes a small step back, hands still drawn close to her chest.

❝ It's, um, nice to meet you... ❞ She isn't sure if she was being sincere or not, but her politeness kicks in. ❝ But I really have to get going. I'm supposed to be going straight home. ❞ It wasn't like anyone is waiting for her at her home, though.

But Madoka didn't need to know about that part. She is still telling the truth, though. She has nothing else better to do than go straight home. All she did was phrase it a bit differently to imply that she had a loving family waiting for her to come back home. No one is waiting for her to come home, though.

[hadthatdreamagain]

FANTASTIC PLANET AU?????

[widowshill]

— But it's almost midnight. — Oh, that's the point! At the stroke of twelve, he turns into Dracula. C'mon, Vicki – he won't bite.

pose ref.

[vuulpecula]

✖ @deficd inquired: psst what if 78 from feyd

spotify wrapped | accepting ↳ 78. oklahoma smokeshow - zach bryan

I know your daddy ain’t home, so ride with me tonight. Arms wrapped around Feyd’s middle; Fox watched the others pull into the parking lot. Her cheek still resting against the back of his shoulder, almost too warm in the evening heat of the summer. An old blue pick-up truck creaked by bed filled to the brim with a group of young men more notorious than the one who’s bike she sat on. Between the boys were a handful of beautiful women, out-of-towners, most of them. Beauty queens, gussied up, with nowhere to go. They wouldn’t make it home after too many rounds of whiskey and cokes—every single one of the boys would be too drunk to drive ( perhaps that was a good thing, would keep them off the roads ).

One of the young women hopped down, dress short and glittering in the sunset. A real Pollyanna. Cross necklace hanging around her neck, fixing her lipstick in the truck mirror. One of the assholes from back home jumped down after her, hooking an arm around her in a way that only spoke of anger.

“She’s a small-town smokeshow, huh,” Fox mumbled near to Feyd’s ear. Wishing she had worn something different, or at least not her old tennis shoes. Still, it didn’t keep a few of the unoccupied boy’s eyes from turning their way—they were looking for blood and busting their knuckles on Feyd’s teeth was probably a small price to pay to speak to his girl. Was she his girl?

“She’ll never make it out alive,” Fox continued, shrinking back behind him to rub her cheek against his spine. Not wanting to watch any longer, it reminded her too much of home. “Can we go somewhere else?” Not that there was any other place to go.

[wolfvirago-m]

"You look good in every photo, Cleo." Smoothly with an energy she hadn't expected from her own mouth, the shifter pushes any doubts aside. Hopefully, anyways.

"I like to draw the other students. Compare them to the myths the humans tell about us, so one day, they can see we're not bad. It's never like the movies." Shrugging a bit, Robin did relent, turning her phone around so the other could see the very candid photo.

"See? Not bad. More organic than asking you for a photoshoot, in my opinion."

@starsweepers

              “WELL DON’T MAKE ME double curse you, i’m trying to be nice now, don’t ruin this for me.”  cleo was clearly teasing, because there wasn’t an intention to curse over the image.  unless it was going to be given to her sister, THEN the mummy might actually reach for ancient artifacts.  anything for nefera to hold over her was worth being evil about… at least in the younger's mind.

       long inhale, trying to settle her jarred, not even currently present to her heart.  the ordeal still wasn’t p r e f e r a b l e, so she pulled out her diplomacy and a sweet smile.  “wouldn’t you at least like a prettier picture of me rather than whatever that face i’m making is?  and what are you drawing from it for anyways?”

[ofvanaheim]

"I understand that you were close with the Allmother, before you came here?" The former Queen regarded her closely. "This may no longer be my court, but I hope you know that you can come to me as you would have done with her."

starter for @theresastargirl, from freyja.

[mcltiples]

UNPROMPTED ASKS || always accepting

@pcrplevenom sent; "Millie! Millie! Ya'know, I'm up for a little ssparring. I got ssome extra stress to burn off, badly."

In the middle of stretching, Millie's smile grew wide on her face. Sparring. Now that should be a fun time. Besides, she'd been wondering how Soldan faired in a fight. Her techniques and what not. It would be interesting to learn.

"Sure, hon! Lemme finish stretchin' 'nd then we'll go one on one. I should warn you, I don't like holdin' back," She gave a wink, twisting and turning her upper torso. "So ya better keep up!"

[wolfvirago-m]

unprompted asks [always accepting]

@rathalascendant said: Mari hands you a rosy-striped egg. It's large and radiates with heat. There's a little smirk on the rider's face, as though she knows what may hatch from it. "This one might be a handful, but don't worry about it. You can always come to me for questions you may have."

"Not that I don't appreciate the gift, but..." Looking from egg to human and back again, Robin couldn't help wondering what on earth Mari had just gotten her into. After all, the egg had been handed over with such a smirk on the other's face....

"Should I be worried?" The wolf finally shivered.

[artistmarchalius]

can you tell us more about broppy capture au?

Sure! Here’s a little somethin’ somethin’:

So, Branch didn’t confess his feelings to Poppy at the end of Word Tour, he felt like it needed to be its own thing and that Poppy deserved to be in the moment after saving the world. He thought there’d be plenty of time to confess later. They still have a good connection though now that they’re better at communicating.

They’re out in the hot air balloon on another adventure when a strong wind knocks them off course towards the woods near the base of Mount Rageous and they get stuck in a tree. They aren’t able to shift the balloon on their own so when they see Velvet and Veneer (who are out hunting for Trolls to use) they ask them for help, but instead V&V capture them.

V&V now have a Troll to use each (His and Hers Trolls) and because Velvet is more trigger happy with the spray bottle, Poppy deteriorates quicker than Branch.

[odetarifunk]

Oh human V&V...how I love you

[asoulofstars]

‘ hunger has a way with you. ’ [ Silver ]

"Does it not with everyone?" she asked. "What is it you want, Mr. Silver?"

[wolfvirago-m]

Head tilts, not unlike the lupine that the other blonde had described. Leaning forward, Robin rested her hands on her knees an tried to get closer. Was this a great, wondrous secret they were about to divulge??

"Really? How so?"

@wolfvirago ♥'d.

" I mean, aside from the wolf thing, I think we've got a lot in common! "

[wickedlehane]

@sunnydalescoobiies {buffy} gets a S4 AU based on this gifset

The first few weeks of school at UC Sunnydale weren't so bad, even if Faith was never the biggest fan of homework. But she liked the independent living, knowing she had a watcher for a safety net should anything go wrong out here on the Hellmouth -- since the last Slayer died, and so did the girl before that. Diana Dormer's own work required her to stay on the faculty back at Harvard, but she and Faith could communicate through the academic system (in addition to the good ol' fashioned phone).

Of course, college was a balancing act. Between her basic courses, psychology specialization, and nightly patrols, Faith knew she needed to carve out time to unwind with a little fun. Thankfully, UCSD had frats full of dudes looking to dance with the fresh meat.

Faith didn't really know any of these older guys, but she liked it that way. Made the chase more fun, and if she ended up in bed with someone, it was easier to fade into the night if they weren't sharing the personal stuff. She did recognize a few people from her classes, though -- not all the names were sticking, but the faces were familiar. Especially the blonde girl who was on the first floor of Stevenson Hall, and had a few courses with her including Psych with Professor Walsh. Bunny, or something? But the slayer wasn't exactly here to make small talk over homework assignments and the quality of dining hall food. So for now, she grabbed one of the cheap beers the boys were stocking and proceeded to dance her way to the center of the room with a guy or two hovering around her hips.

[gohjuo-a]

memories of their teenage years where he could sense the stress off suguru's face & his own calm demeanor with a group of girls fawning over them. love letters & chocolates were in abundance as they were both popular for their looks even if suguru would politely play it off. they were no longer in bodies that hadn't grown into their own, wiser by the years, & bathed in the stresses of their own work; they had seen it all. ❛should i confess to you again? wouldn't that be romantic?❜ he's teasing as he leans his head against the other on their train ride . today suguru had been insistent on paying for him, so he doesn't argue & let him.

this time he leans in closer blocking him from the view of the passing landscape as he kisses his cheek. he was never one for the conservative nature of their society. he would lay his love out there like seashells washing up ashore for someone special to pick up. there was one, he had picked him up, a wonder to be cherished. satoru keep a tight grip on his present since he wanted suguru to wait to open it. he breaks away, eager in the way that kids get excited for their christmas presents. ❛how many more stops ? ❜

satoru takes the moment to grab his phone take a snap at his picture before posting it. public figure or not, he supposes he's been trying to blend more into society. ❛i'm not worried, just so you know. today is meant to be with you.❜

@getouh liked for a valentine's day starter